A New Jersey couple has their photo taken in a tree downed by a rare, severe "super derecho" windstorm that struck the area two weeks ago. Well doesn't matter if the tree is in the air or on the ground, they're still K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

What does the photographer want us to feel when we look at this? Is the tangled kite some kind of a metaphor for her life? Was she somehow riding the giant kite and got stuck in the forest? Who would ride a giant kite next to a bunch of trees, anyway? In conclusion, I strongly dislike forced whimsy.